An Announcement

Hi Everyone.

I don’t know how you all feel, but I think it is time for us to start writing here again as a tribute to Paul.

Let me know what you think, or just start posting.

Much love.

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Kiersty Boon’s, ‘Portrait of gingatao”

It wasn’t me, it was that damn performative again.

Upstairs the naked ladies dance

Downstairs in a ill-lit room a tiny man
sits on a wooden chair and rubs his hands
together with a wicked grin then
scribbling in the ship’s manifest
“manifest – to reveal one’s presence”,
like an unwanted guest, not ghost

manifest, oh, manifest
your music with your words be dressed

manifest, oh, manifest
abradabra ullulates, magic
and hey presto,
from this jumble of silly sounds
bring forth your manifesto,

Live!

Lock the doors! These here fools is fools enough for any ship.
Sheath the mainsail and prophylactilise
any possible recipient of
random contagion.

James Brown

Uncertain Time.

Some fluid jazz drifts out to the balcony
where he puts his arm around me
these is uncertain times, boy,
so we’ll revert to fundamental principles
and trust our instincts and he squeezes me
and breathes
you just sit there and play
as though in some performance of art
tatum if you can haha
I’ll go find a drummer she laughs
F., leave the pianoplayer alone
there are some gentlemen to see you,

oh the joy

in speaking into silence
when they see you there standing at the microphone
there is no equivalance when one is amplified
and the rest are in a crowd
you have a responsibility
that can only be fulfilled
if you exercise your power over them
otherwise they go home disappointed.
why do you think rockstars go insane so often?
syd barrett could not make the distinction between
the performance and the man
he chose not to
how does Tom Jones wife trust him?
do we forgive Jerry Lee Lewis his crimes?
it’s quiet in here he said tap tap is this thing on?

entering unnoticed

Okey dokey. Are you supposed to be working again? I am just trying to
get this place clean and then eat and then have a beer, wiping tables. And then come
back with a fresh brain and you naked and saying
please please McPaulus, come over here so I can show you my new nipple clamps,
haha, just joking, this is the thing about erotica particularly on the
bdsm side it makes me laughguguahahaha, this is my problem not the
actors. The same thing happens when I go to a munch or a play party
or whatever you call them over here. I get in trouble for laughing at
the serious D’s in their costumes. When I talk about an exchange of
power which is what D/s is all about and say well that’s what it is in
vanilla sex too just on a more subtle scale, a dance of danger and
vulnerability, these socalled D’s look at me and think I’m mad, they
like their dressups, he said, slipping unnoticed into the room and
seeing her immediately, less thought and more instinct and then some
antennae invisible inside his brain connects and continues to track her presence,
snippets of conversation with others in contrasting costumes and
already knowing exactly who she is and what she wants and exactly
what she is prepared to sacrifice in order to get it, she could be
wearing white frills or dirty jeans, she could be dressed or
undressed, hunger is the best seasoning he thinks and suddenly he
turns to her for the first time and smiles and she smiles back, hello
,Mistress,